My eyes open with the dawn. A delicate flower joins the greeting and the last drop of dew falls to my face. The first bee lands, dancing an intricate pattern in anticipation of sweet nectar and golden pollen. A vagrant breeze whispers its OM in my ear. I’m ready now. Let it come.


Rick Straw.

  • http://www.austinbriggs.com Austin Briggs

    A nice meditative piece. I wonder what the person is ready for?